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j a v i - satan wears gucci belts lyrics

its 12:30 at night
off xannies i’m stupid fried
unknown number
jamming my brother
repping the goofies block
we slide on em
.45s on us
letting off stupid shots
them goofies dropped
we doing a buck 80
countin up the wounded opps
i cherish life’s sweetest moments while i’m smoking this sour
i pop a pill to stay up, yeah i been rollin for hours
promote that powder
i tote that power
she know i’m out here
hoes in the shower
dope on the counter
pole in my trousers
my big bruh told me eat every track just like it’s ya last
spent my last five on this reggie smoke it like it’s some gas
right when i p-ssed seen the lights then cut the lights ona dash
pipe on my lap and i’m balling marilyn heights on my -ss
get out that jam, switch my clothes, and then it’s back to the basics
get this new work off the stove and then it’s back to the basement
they snatched him up, with some dope, i know lil homie won’t say shit
cause we been standing 10 toes i thank the lord that we made it
shit getting real ina zone
i thank the lord that i waited
found moma dead in her home
i thank the lord that wasn’t stacy
i’m tryna put n-gg-s on
i thank the lord for they patience
roll up a pack of that strong
i thank the lord then i face it
c.i.p mikey, free all my soldiers fighting them cases
fantasy life in reality your life could get taken
i’m selling dreams to these b-tches likes night out in vegas
my time is money i can’t afford you b-tches to waste it

roll with n-gg-s who never changed on me
only my n-gg-s cause b-tches be quick to change on me
ion trust b-tches cause b-tches will get you changed homie
(nah)
i keep my a roll on my fifth and we running game on em
(run it up)
so b-tch you can’t set me up cause i know how to maneuver
(how to move)
and b-tch you can’t wet me up a i’m on some hot ruger
lowkey, my semi tucked i might pop out with a luger
(red dots n-gg-)
and when we slide windows dropping sending shots at medullas
(head shots n-gg-)
smoke him mavericks and newports yeah my squad full of shootas
(grrrrraaaah)
and if he dissing and mention ona squad i’ma shoot em
(grrrrrraaaah)
n-gg-s attack while you sleeping yeah we coming like krueger
(freddyyyyyyyy)
and b-tch we taxing for features should’ve thought of that sooner
n-gg-s be phony they flexing and finesse on computers
(social networks)
me and my homie no vests reloading techs ina uber
(shots at his neck
we switching lanes and my dash be in the 90s like luthor
we sending pain now them sh-lls in his body like tumors
what tf they waiting on
they been waiting to hurt us
but shit they know if they mistaken they take em in he-rs-s
fuh! fuh! fuh! fuh! shit i take it they heard
us
we shoot from way outside the paint boy they shaking they hurting
shit i can’t take it i’m impatient they making me nervous
i’m tired of waiting where the weight at quit faking and serve us
them n-gg-s face em they don’t weigh em quit faking the service
my n-gg-s spray them h-ll raisers inflating the murders
jakes come shit we take em evading the worsem
faces some ina suburban switch lanes and we swerving
i seen the papers he said
kalin he stay with them burners
if he can say it on his statement then say it in person
we cut like vines if snitching we put em in a coffin
my n-gg-s stalking pop out turn n-gg-s makali cauckin
watch who you walk with
keep track of n-gg-s watch how he walking
and if he lacking pop off on n-gg-s like why we talking

- j a v i lyrics

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